"𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞."
A STORY IN WHICH, you've never had a choice, especially not when you were forced to marry the future king of marley, 𝘻𝘦𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳.
things were difficult from the start, a foreign country a host...
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(dedicated to @ilovekiyoomi thank you sm for reading <3)
a/n: also guys make sure you read the last chapter! wattpad glitched while i posted it
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[Name] had underestimated how grueling it would be to witness a woman being permanently mutilated. When she closed her eyes, and she could hear Pieck crying. She could hear the crunch as the blade sliced through bone. In the end, the blade wasn't sharp enough. It took two hacks to cut off Pieck Finger's right hand.
She looked down at the streak of blood on her skirt.
"You have to sear it!" Porco had yelled—well, begged, really.
Searing the wound was probably worse than watching the sword saw through her flesh. Colt seared her wrist with the same blade he had used to slice it off. [Name] could've sworn Pieck's howling made the room shake as the smell of her charred flesh flooded her senses.
[Name] could still smell it as she stumbled through the halls. It resembled metal. Armin was behind her, rambling question after question, but [Name] was ignoring him. She had no energy left within her to care.
When she reached her oldest child's room, she went to pull at the handle, and her blood went cold when she realized it wouldn't open. Her mind spun as she pulled at the handle again and again, to no avail.
Her boys. Where were her boys?
"It won't open!" she turned to Armin before slamming at the door. "Guards!" she yelled, turning around. "Where are the guards?" she shrieked before a sound came from behind the door. The wooden frame cracked open, and Ymir stepped forward, holding her youngest boy in her arms.
[Name]'s body went slack as she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her dearest friend.
"Colt and I heard the screams," Ymir said, looking behind her, a yellow shawl wrapped around her shoulders. "He told me to come for the children. What happened?"
[Name] closed her eyes and shook her head, taking her child from her friend's arms. "It's so much. Too much."
Then Armin interrupted their conversation, lowering his voice. "What happened to Eren? Does he have a horse?"
"Yes, the bastard has a horse." Ymir peered behind their shoulders. "Why would you ask such a foolish question?"
"Because Porco Galliard sent out hounds to search for him," [Name] whispered.
Ymir's jaw fell open. "But it hasn't even been an hour. How did they find out so quickly?"
[Name] gestured for them to step inside, and they all followed suit. [Name] was about to answer Ymir when she laid eyes on her oldest son, her golden boy.
